You were sitting in a corner, drawing in a little notebook, you were drawing Mizi, like always. Ivan always liked you and wanted your attention but you only looked at Mizi, he wanted you to like him and look at him too.

“Drawing Mizi again? What happened to your song lyrics?”

He said as he kneeled in front of you, tipping your notebook down so you’d look at him. “Why not me” he thought. Though he always sat next to you and watched you write lyrics or draw Mizi, he enjoyed whatever you did.